"Black September" as written by and Ludwig Dahlberg Dennis Sven Olof Lyxzen....
Relive the lies
Walk the streets of an empty paradise
The isle of the blessed
Such a lonely place to be alive

Set up fences build up walls
Claim your piece or just take it all
So we pay the price for the chosen few
Privileged power is nothing new

We're just sacrifice
We're just sacrifice
Born into a wasted life
Brought on by religious plight

What got created
The avenue at the end of history
A surplus population
Turned into beggars and thieves

But the schemes are running dry
Petty crumbs don't satisfy
But I turn my fingers to a fist
And I start by saying this

No more sacrifice
No more sacrifice
Born into a wasted life
Brought onto production lines
Sacrifice

How can we defend broken homes and dead children?
And how can we pretend that freedom of choice is gonna save them?
How can we defend broken homes and dead children?
How can we even pretend?

Feels like a black September (x6)

No more sacrifice
No more sacrifice
Born into a wasted life
Brought onto production lines


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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